Dubya sez shut up and hold still.

‘Cause this is gonna hurt some.

From Stephen King's “Misery”:

Last night it came so clear. I realize you just need more time.
Eventually, you'll come to accept the idea of being here.

Paul, do you know about the early days at the Kimberly Diamond Mine? Do you know what they did to the native workers who stole diamonds? Don't worry, they didn't kill them. That would be like junking a Mercedes just because it had a broken spring -- no, if they caught them they had to make sure they could go on working, but they also had to make sure they could never run away.

The operation was called hobbling.

Lady Liberty is strapped into the Procrustean Bed.

And Dubya wuuuuvs her so much that he has decreed she be mutilated.

All the spare bits that inconvenience the Dear Leader sawed off by his grinning butchers. All that makes this country great and worth defending. Freedom of Speech. The separation of Church and State. Freedom of Assembly. The Fourth Amendment. The Fifth Estate. Science. The Geneva Convention.

As we market the fully-armed-and-up-armored-thermobaric-shit out of Democracy abroad, the party of God openly and gleefully hacks all that makes Democracy anything other than a Monarchy with property rights and guns from Liberty’s writhing, screaming body and plops them into the cultural chum bucket.

And from that growing heap of severed limbs, the Republican Party builds an anti-Lincoln Log fort from where it can make its final stand. It’s “God, Guns and Gays” fastness chinked together from the bleeding gobbets of the Democracy they're eviscerating and carving up like a roast.

At it’s zenith, their Gothic monstrosity will use Democracy’s raw ribs as buttresses and her decapitated torso as the apse of their private chapel, where they’ll light votive candles and thank Holy Falwell that the Important Stuff survived. Like the Second Amendment. And that they can fire spic and chicks and darkies again whenever they fucking well feel like it.

The Democracy that was so important to the body-politic of a faraway, alien nation that we had to be lied into going to war. So important that we’ll fucking well RPG it into their living flesh if we have to.

So important that the Party of God could not risk letting it run around loose around here.

Possibly fucking up the Rapture and such.